It seems to me,

That life could be

Much better than before.

If I would go

And run away

To someone else's door.

To be welcomed in,

With a joyous din.

All smiles and caring faces.

My day would be

More carefree,

At other people's places.

Alone I cry,

And wave goodbye

To faces all too often.

Friendships begun,

And now undone,

As memories sweet do soften.

As time goes by,

So shall I,

Become a memory to cherish.

Gone like a dove,

Although quite loved.

The light within will perish.

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